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The Prettiest For The Strongest
When I was a little boy, say when I was six, my dad calls to me and he says:
Come, boy – let’s sit in our courtyard; let’s sit below the stars and I’ll tell you a story. It’s been told long in our village, and passed on from wise fathers to growing sons.
Long ago, goes the story
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